Rowena's fingers found their way into his hair, lightly grasping at the strands without pulling to hard. Her chest again arched towards the feel of his tongue, her head falling back on her shoulders. "I could... ah... say the same about your... mm... your tongue..." she whispered. He was so very good at what he did, the way he paid her body such perfect attention in every little movement he made.
Letting one hand slip from his hair, she drew it up her stomach and to the breast he'd just moved away from, cupping it in her palm and lightly pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She wondered what he'd say about that, her touching herself for his viewing pleasure and hell, her own pleasure as well.